you can bite me til i bleed but will always come back with unearned love to the moment the blood runs out of my heart.
i will hold my yelps and cries, forever substituting for yearning and affection, waiting for you to return it, just for the eternal cycle to restart.
Then, like a vow spoken to the dark itself he speaks,
He moves closer, the air heats,
fur brushes her skin like flame,
hands tracing her lines to ignite.
Her breath skips, quick, shallow.
the world narrows to her scent,
the taste of anticipation, the hum of fate.
cc @leandroaloil
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